Her Mysterious Mogul Hubby (Charlotte and Zachary) novel Chapter 1880

Francesca got ready in the blink of an eye.

She was all dolled up in an asymmetrical white dress and her hair was light and bouncy. Her light, fresh makeup look made her look just like a little fairy.

A few of the make-up artists started marveling at her lively beauty.

Even Francesca herself couldn't really recognize herself in the mirror.

She had dressed herself up before, even to the extent of wearing dresses and wigs, but she had never seen herself look this exquisite before.

The makeup look was simple and the hairdo was simply neat and subtle, yet there was a certain cadence to it that she had never seen before.

The wild child who had scurried around in the forest was now a strikingly pretty fairy. She was almost unbelievably beautiful.

“You're gorgeous!”

A bunch of stylists and maids began to sing her praises.

“Look! Just a little bit of touching up and you're already gorgeous,” Norah said gleefully. “Mr. Lindberg will be very happy to see you.”

“I don't care if he's happy or not. My happiness is more important right now.”

Francesca looked down at her three-inch heels and stood up, wobbling as she did so. “For example, these shoes are making me really unhappy right now. I can't even stand properly in them, let alone walk.”

“We prepared a lot of shoes for you that will go with this dress. Feel free to choose your favorite ones!”

The stylists immediately brought out pair after pair of shoes and placed them in front of her.

She looked at them and frowned.

“They're all high heels!”

“There are some of them that are just two-inch heels.”

The stylists brought the shorter heels to Francesca, but she still shook her head.

“I can't wear any of these,” she said.

“But...” the stylists all trailed off as they looked at each other, not daring to say what had come to mind.

Norah had to step in and explain, “Ms. Cece, everyone in Erihal is quite tall. You're already quite small and petite compared to the rest of us, and you might look like a child if you don't wear heels-”

“I can't even walk in these.”

Francesca kicked off the heels on her feet and collapsed onto the sofa. “Find a pair of flats for me, please. If not, you'll just have to tell Danrique that I couldn't make it.”